Mu Xingqiu's tenth spell exited the mirror. In the sky, the wind of magic transformed into the shape of Qin Lingshuang, several feet tall, but her appearance was more beautiful and gentle than ever before. She bent down towards the Patriarch Tower and called softly in a dreamy voice: "Xiao Qiu. "The last doubt in Yang Qingyin's heart disappeared, and she said loudly: "That's not the real Qin Lingshuang, Mu Xingqiu, be careful!" Mu Xingqiu looked up at Qin Lingshuang's phantom. Of course, this was not the real her, but her smile was , but there was something real in her breath, which was the same as the fragrance in Yelin Town. He didn¡¯t move or speak. All nine functions were hesitating, recalling the fun and fighting side by side not long ago. Only one function was questioning the two Qins Lingshuang in the two mirrors. The phantom's fingers gently brushed against the Patriarch's Pagoda, and Mu Xingqiu felt his pores relax again and feel happy. This was a real emotion, no need to pretend. "You think this is unfair, don't you? You remember me, but you don't remember her, and she is the mother of your child, so you can't make a choice. It's time for you to retrieve all your memories." "Can you give it to me? Memory?" Mu Xingqiu asked. Qing Lingshuang's smile grew wider, "Of course not. You said that when you think of a fire, you can recall all your memories. I have been helping you find the source of the fire. I finally found it. It turns out that it is on me." "You are on your body. "That's right, so you made your choice a long time ago. When you performed the Tibetan Technique in the Demon-Bashing Cave, you already made a choice to closely connect your memory with the person you care about most." Qin Lingshuang's. Phantom stretched out his other hand, pointed at Yang Qingyin, and said in the same gentle voice: "Let you come first. Mu Xingqiu's great hidden fire must be on you or me. That was the most important time before he lost his memory." Choice. In life and death, what he fears most is forgetting one person, so he associates all his memories with this person. " Yang Qingyin stared at the phantom coldly and repeated: "You are not Qin Lingshuang." "That's because. You have only seen me on the surface. We have never been friends. If Xiao Qingtao stood here, she would remember me now, and Xiao Qiu would also recognize me, so he has no doubts about falling in love with someone. What happens to people? Don¡¯t your parents and teachers think you are a bit strange?¡± Yang Qingyin was stunned and speechless. The black phoenix in the sky flapped its wings vigorously, but no sound came out of its mouth. "Use your fire to evoke Mu Xingqiu's memory. This is the simplest and most direct answer. It is truer than any words." Yang Qingyin was moved. No matter whether Qin Lingshuang was true or false, her words were correct after all. At the critical moment, Mu Xingqiu lost all his memories to the person. It must be the person he cares about most in his heart. If Mu Xingqiu "chosen" Qin Lingshuang at that time, Yang Qingyin would understand. I will never fight again. She clearly remembers the relationship between Mu Xingqiu and Qin Lingshuang back then. The fire of Taiyin became stronger, which was Yang Qingyin's best spell. Mu Xingqiu stood blankly on the top of the Patriarch Tower, at a loss and a bit embarrassed. He could only keep calm, observing the development of the situation, waiting for a turning point, and he was also curious about what all his memories were about. On whose body. The tenth spell stood quietly behind two mirrors. Yang Qingyin shook her head. The Taiyin Fire dimmed, and she remembered that she learned the Taiyin Fire from Mr. Yishi. After that, she and Mu Xingqiu spent less time together and separated more, and rarely used this technique in front of him. She sent out another ball of fire. The Five Elements Fire, which is compulsory for almost all Hongluke disciples, was the first offensive spell she learned. It was also the method she used during several fights with Mu Xingqiu. The fireball flew towards the Patriarch Tower. After many years, Yang Qingyin¡¯s magic power was far stronger than her own back then. She tried her best to preserve her strength, but the fireball was still vigorous. Like a beast learning hunting skills for the first time. The fireball stopped in front of Mu Xingqiu. He stared at the fireball for a while, but couldn't retrieve any memory. He stretched out his arm and grabbed the fireball. He was no longer the little Taoist priest who hadn't even condensed the inner elixir. The fireball gradually extinguished in his hand. There are still no new memories in my mind. "Maybe it should be on Mu Dong'er." The black phoenix in the sky finally couldn't help but speak. She could see clearly that the fireball did not bring changes to Mu Xingqiu. Yang Qingyin shook her head again. This was the result. She had nothing to say, let alone get entangled. She raised her head, indicating that her attempt was over. Qin Lingshuang's phantom nodded slightly to her, turned into a breeze, and followed several balls of fire back into the mirror. Then she sent out another ball of fire, which was also a fireball, smaller than a fist, round and seamless, and indistinguishable.Next, it is said to be fire, but it is actually more like a red orb. "This is the secret fire of the Forbidden Secret Department, and it is also the spell fire of the Nianxin Department. Xiaoqiu, you must still remember that this is the spell we learned together at the Mei family in Jinghu Village." Qin Lingshuang's voice rang in the air. Of course Mu Xingqiu remembers it. This is one of the memory fragments that Kun Chaos forced on him. The scene from that year is still vivid in his mind. The fireball flew directly into Mu Xingqiu's Niwan Palace without stopping, and then exploded. Memories came in like a tide, so many that Mu Xingqiu even felt like he was suffocating. He had to suck in all the tide before he could breathe fresh air again. Cultivation can't help at this time. Like ordinary people, he desperately needs to breathe. Mu Xingqiu held the wall with one hand and pressed the basin with the other, absorbing the memories of Niwan Palace into his mind, and everything came back. Qin Lingshuang's phantom appeared in the air again, pointing her right hand at Mu Xingqiu, "The only ones who can defeat Kun Chaos are you and me, Xiaoqiu. This is our responsibility and the meaning of our existence." Mu Xingqiu turned his eyes to Yang Qingyin. , you can see the disappointment in her eyes, and you can also see her strength. Her expression at this time is very much like the old lady from many years ago, not the current Spirit King, who once sent out fireballs to chase after her in the Muma Valley. He ran away from Yang Qingyin. Mu Xingqiu smiled at her. Yang Qingyin was stunned, Qing Lingshuang's phantom was frozen in the air. "Thank you." Mu Xingqiu said to Qin Lingshuang. "You actually said these three words to me?" "Because you are not the real her." The gentle look on Phantom's face disappeared and became severe, with a hint of anger, "You tied your memory to me, but Did you give your trust to Yang Qingyin? "My memory has always been with her. It was her fire that restored everything." Mu Xingqiu raised his hand on his forehead. He slowly moved away and grabbed a ball of fire. It was Qin Lingshuang's fire, and he restored it to its original state. Mu Xingqiu opened his palms and said, "The first layer of fire is the secret fire of the Forbidden Secrets." The fire beads emitted a ball of light, no longer round and seamless, and the flames rose upward, which was not much different from the ordinary magic fire. , just making a slight crackling sound. "This is the fire of the incantation of Nian Xin Ke." The crackling sound stopped. The fireball emitted light again, and the shell of the spell fire also disappeared, revealing a pure spell fireball, slightly larger, and the same as the fireball sent by Yang Qingyin before. "This is my spell." Yang Qingyin said in surprise. At this moment, she could even gain control of the fireball. Qin Lingshuang's phantom remained silent coldly. "Your spell has been transferred." Mu Xingqiu said, and smiled at Yang Qingyin again. Yang Qingyin was not in the mood to laugh, "How is this possible?" "You didn't even use 10% of your mana, and what you emitted was an ordinary five-element fire. And she also has a hidden spell. Not long ago, it was this one The hidden spell is fighting with you outside the city. It has the ability to change your fireballs silently." Yang Qingyin was so shocked that she couldn't speak, but the black phoenix in the sky let out a loud cry. "How did you find out?" Phantom asked, without any emotion in his voice. Mu Xingqiu didn't want his tenth spell to be exposed, so he said: "It's actually very simple. Kun Chaos once stuffed memories about Fangfang into my mind. Those memories are real, but where did he get them?" What about these memories? Everyone thinks that Kun Chao is omnipotent, but I don¡¯t think he has ever taken away my memories. In his eyes, I am an insignificant little trouble and not worth taking so seriously.¡± Mu Xingqiu. Pausing for a moment, staring at the phantom in the sky, "There is a more reasonable explanation. That is not my memory at all, but Fangfang's memory." The phantom smiled, "When you retrieve all your memories. Discover both. "The difference between them?" Mu Xingqiu nodded, but did not tell the whole truth. He deliberately compared the two memories because he discovered that the phantom contained fireballs, not the other way around. Both of them are Taoist priests. The accuracy of memory is extremely high, with almost no difference. But there is still one difference. In Qin Lingshuang's memory, Xiaoqiu's image is clearer. In Mu Xingqiu's own memory, Fangfang, who is smiling with her mouth covered, is always in the center of the scene. "Who is she?" Yang Qingyin asked, the lunar fire in front of her became strong again. "Who are you? Did you disguise yourself as Kun Chaos, or did Kun Chaos take away your memory?" Mu Xingqiu also asked. "You have recovered all your memories, but you still can't recognize me?" Phantom said sadly. "You are the possessed Fangfang." "There is no such thing as being possessed, Mu Xingqiu, this is the real me. Just like the secular people, you only look at the appearance and not the true heart. When the true heart is revealed, you are surprised and unable to accept it." The sadness of the phantom Disappeared and turned into anger, "This is your choice, Mu Xingqiu, you are not worthy of joining forces with me, you are like the whole world, not worth remembering!" The phantom was digested, and ten balls of fire appeared in the air, no longer gentle. It is a harmless game technique, but an orthodox spell that contains powerful power. "That's right, you are indeed not possessed by a demon. You were invaded by a demon species. Kunchao sent out the tenth spell through you. He sacrificed the Great Mirror of Light and used the Everlasting Furnace and the Instant Platform to control you." Retrieve all Mu Xingqiu's memory did not weaken his perception. He realized that Qin Lingshuang's tenth spell was not caused by the illusion of mind, but came from another will. "Today it's your turn to die for me." Qing Lingshuang's voice came from the mirror, and she didn't feel at all that she was under control. Ten balls of fire rushed towards Mu Xingqiu and Yang Qingyin respectively. This was the real lunar fire, coming from the ever-extinguishing furnace. The mark inside the magic weapon recognized the master's will, and went all out without hiding any selfishness. Yang Qingyin also unleashed the lunar fire that had been building up for a long time, but as soon as it left her hand, she knew she would be defeated. Her spells were powerless against the unquenchable furnace. Mu Xingqiu did not resist at all. Now he may not be Qin Lingshuang's opponent. Coupled with Kun Chaos own will, he has no chance of winning. He placed all his hopes on the undiscovered tenth spell and Fangfang's awakening. The tenth spell has penetrated into a mirror. (Please recommend and subscribe) (To be continued.)